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Rated: 18+ · Fiction · Action/Adventure · #2199208
New chapters to ODLT by Mary Faderan
Detective Ingram stepped out of the New Haven Police HQ and paused at the front steps. He took out a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit a match. He held the match in the cusp of one hand and puffed till the flame took. The afternoon was overcast and cold. His coat was not good enough to ward of the chill. But he didn't give a damn. He didn't mind the cold and he went for his walk. It wasn't a regular habit but it was something he did when his mind was in disarray. It made a difference to him and it cleared all the cobwebs.
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He saw the Green ahead of him. He decided to spurn that tempting sight and instead turned into a side street and kept walking briskly. Ingram found the anonymity of the empty street somehow comforting. The shadows seemed to encroach and gather around him. Ingram kept his cigarette lit. He stood still each time he took a puff. Finally, a figure came out of the shadows. Ingram's eye caught the movement and instead of stiffening, he relaxed and smiled easily.
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"Hey, what's new?" Ingram asked with a light in his eye. The figure came to his side and shook his hand.
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The man who shook his hand was a vagrant who wore a beat up jacket and ragged pants. His shoes were light and meant for summer wear and some of the toe box was worn through to reveal a toe that peeked out. The man coughed and Ingram heard it with a wince. "I'm ok, boss. How're you doing?" Croaked the man.
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"I'm not sure."
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"Come to ask you something if I could."
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"I'm listening."
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"I'm getting some people talkin' about this chick, Mary Scott."
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"Oh?" Ingram seemed to be non-plussed at this.
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"I got the word she's not good out here. Got the word she's a pro. You know what I mean?"
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Ingram's ears were perking up at this. "Oh? Who said this?"
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"Some dame from Arkansas. She's some big shot's wife. She's real good with money everywhere. I got some of her luck, you know, Mr. I."
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"I got it. She's some big shot's wife." Ingram stood on his heels and looked up at the greying skies. "Gosh, it might rain. Is that it, Rutt?"
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"Oh, well we don't know if she's really hooking but I got the idea this dame's out to get her somehow some way."
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"I'm sure that this will blow over. Just try to tell the guys Mary's good."
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"I saw her get taken into the HQ. Did she get caught somewhere or what?"
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"Who the hell told you she got caught? She was here because some bastard ran into her car. We wanted to keep her steady while we tried to run this group down. I'm thinking you ought to spread the word - " He leaned over to whisper in Rutt's ear. "The men at Yale are plotting to kill Mary Scott. How's that for a piece of gossip, Rutt?"
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They stood back and started to giggle and laugh.
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They waved goodbye to each other and Ingram was still chuckling when he got back to the station. Then he decided to throw away his cigarette. His face became stern and then he was himself again.
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When he got into the station, he saw he received a message. He played back the machine and heard Andrew's voice. "Oh God," said Ingram with a sigh.
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He dialed Andrew's number. "What do you want, Andrew?"
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"Just what I asked for," replied Andrew with a drawl,
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"I'm not able to give this information out, sorry."
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"I can't not keep off this case."
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"Do you realize you're making yourself you ass?"
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"I don't give a damn. I want to help this Mary Scott."
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"Its out of your hands you fool!"
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"No, I don't think so. Tell some of the lads I'm coming back."
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"Oh, no."
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Andrew laughed mirthlessly. "Gotta go. I have to call a girl for a date." He hung up and Ingram sat there looking stunned.
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Then Ingram dialed someone's number. He listened and then when the voice came on he said, "I'm sorry to tell you, but Andrew's coming back. Can you spot him?"
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"Sure 'nuff, Captain."
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"Don't call me that yet, " smiled Ingram. "I'm gonna have to get me a Captaincy now."
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"Hell, that'd be funny, won't it?"
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"I'm gonna get killed anyway."
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"No we're good with you, Captain."
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"I think you need to make damn sure I'm good always, it's hell all over this town," complained Ingram,
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"Ok, well I'm getting a few of the guys on this. Mary is going to be somehow finding her way out of this place and it - "
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"It better be in one piece and breathing," swore Ingram.
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"I'll be talkin' to ya," and then the man rang off
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Ingram leaned back and struggled with himself to light another cigarette. But there was a knock at the door. "Boss, we're kind of needing your words of wisdom,"
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"What do you want now?" Ingram tried to put on a complaining voice and got up to follow the man out to the squadron.
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It seemed to Mary that following week after the accident that people didn't talk about it with her. The first day, she heard Tom and Carem talk about it but after that it seemed that the department never said anything more to her. If only she knew that the people like Barbara, Tom and Jacko were making plans to get her good, Mary would have taken up Andrew's offer to take care of her.
But Mary was somehow taken out of her mind by the kind of atmosphere that pervaded that workplace. The people were friendly and gave her a happy smile whenever she passed them in the corridors. And Barbara was a friend and talked to her most of the time. She offered her an apple or banana in her cramped office. The women were her pals she thought - at least, the technicians and secretaries were. Those who were MDs and fellows of the department merely smiled at her with a forced manner.
Mary met her boss one day in the hallway. He was eating something on the run. He waved at her and said, "Come to my office I'm going to tell you some good news, Mary."
She obeyed and stood at his desk while he tried to push his food around in the paper dish in front of him. "I have good news, Mary. You fellowships came in. You didn't get the Coffin fellowship but you did get the US Biological one and also the NIH one. The NIH one is for three years and the other is for two years." He smiled broadly at her finally, and sat his dish on the desk in front of him. He gave her a handshake after a moment.
"Well, that's good news, isn't it, Bob?" Mary exclaimed. "I'm very excited about this news. Did you just hear it?"
"I got the word a few minutes ago. You're going to be a happy woman in this lab. Imagine how much this will mean to you when you get finished out of here, Mary."
"I'm feeling good about this."
"I think the first thing you need to do is to talk to Marcia Hoskins."
"Marcia Hoskins?"
"Yes, she's the MD that's working for Plano, the man who we think is what holds this place together."
"Oh, him, yes. He's the department head, right?"
"Marcia has the blueprint to do all the stuff you need to do," Metsger said, and then he leaned forward to study his plate. "Let's try to find her now, shall we? Ask Carem about her. She knows where she has her office."
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Mary, like a good girl, went in search of Carem and then found her in the cold room. Carem seemed to be less than eager to help find Marcia. Finally, Mary went to her desk and sat dejectedly. It seemed as though the good news that Bob gave her wasn't share by a lot of people. But she decided to take the rest of the day off. It was best to coast out of the lab on a good news day.
Mary went out to her car and slid into the drivers' seat. She decided to get out of the lot and she felt the gravel crunch beneath her wheels. Her elation was something that flowed out of her. The wind whipped around her long hair as she drove into the highway and out of the sight of the people who were watching unseen in the wings of the medical school.
Jacko turned to Barbara and smiled smugly. "Did you see her scram?"
"Yes," Barbara's eyes were like black coals, bright and quite ominous.
"She's be dead in a few."
"She better be," Intoned Tom as he ate a banana. "That woman's car is going to flare out and die, I'm guessing."
"I'll be watching the news tonight," Barbara said with a grim smile. She turned to leave.
"I'm liking this scenario, Jacko." Tom said with a laugh.
"You better, you ass." Jacko said coldly. "If she's not dead today then YOU will have to finally get her to want you like I think she needs to get dead real soon. I want her to finally want you and then you'll make her want to kill herself. Got that?"
Tom looked at him with a grimace. "Hell that's fine."
They parted ways and without a glance at the parking lot, Tom headed for the nearest telephone. He wanted to avoid Jacko but he knew it was going to be his turn to make Mary really die out of Yale. Mason was on his back about Mary, he knew. It was going to be the last thing Tom would do. Mary was too much of an impervious woman. She was into her job but she was hardly thinking of Tom these days.


Mary got home finally and got out of her car. She ran up the steps to her third floor walkup and then got on the phone and talked to Mom.
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Outside, the streets were empty. The car she drove was cooling its engine under the shade of the elm tree by her door. The sound was almost imperceptible. She didn't hear it but her front left tire was losing air fast. The night came and the tire was flat as could be. Mary didn't know it but she could have died on the Highway and yet she was in her room talking excitedly to her mother.


The Yakuza was aware of all this, and Aoki bent his head in his hands. "Damn, how did that happen? We can't believe this." He took off his headphones after hearing Mary talk to Rebecca.
"I think that she has a luck of nine lives, this Mary." Muttered his friend, Doyo San. "I'm going to have to find evidence now."
"It's in the parking lot she had her car in."
"That's the gravel part isn't it?"
"Yes."

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